The Way Some Women Feel I Think

The man in the middle airplane seat,

beside me (I have a window),

talks to they guy in the aisle.

He is large and excited, loves what he says;

and the other fellow seems eager to hear:

they are the center, about to take off.

As he talks, he gesticulates, hard,

says: ‘Anyway, so we get there!’

When he whips his big beefy arms  about,

the seat I am in, which is welded to his,

jerks a little, not intolerably, but

nonetheless vexing,

jerks.

This I believe is how some women feel

the need of distance from man.